Broken Glory

A Poem By Brianna // 10/21/2007

It's the rage of all the ages


it's the cry of all our hearts


it's the sin that drowns the beauty


tearing us apart

 

It's the ache we feel with silence

it's the voice that goes unheard


it's the times when we are troubled


it's the times we're not assured

 

It's the helpless little babies

it's the blessing never known


it's the line that needed drawing


it's the the love never shown

 

It's the heart that bleeds with longing


it's the times we're far away


it's the bridge that needed crossing


it's the pain throughout the day

 

It's the killing empty feeling


it's the long hard path you trod


it's the searching for some meaning


it's the innocence you lost

 

It's the scream of angry voices


it's the pull from right to wrong


it's the world and all it's choices


it's the line not in the song

 

It's the bitter cup you offered


it's the cup you did not take


it's the truth that you denied


it's the times when you were fake

 

It's the time you saw the giants


but the time you failed to fight


it's the help you turned away from


it's the time you thought you might

 

It's the tears that won't stop coming


it's the spear that tore your side


it's the times when you were running


it's the times you need to hide

 

It's the times you did not let go


it's the time you did not walk away


it's the times you went with the flow


it's the times you had to pay

 

 

It's the time you lost your mother


it's the time you could not cry


it's the time you killed another


it's the time you tried to die

 

It's the depth of all things passing


it's the sorrow from the change


it's the times you were not asking


it's the times you disengaged

 

It's the times you had to let go


it's the memories that haunt


it's the things that you know


it's the times that daunt

 

It's the time you were betrayed


it's the times you never dared


it's the child taken away


it's the moments you didn't share

 

It's the parent that betrayed you


it's the friend who walked away


it's the offering not coming through


it's the time you did not pray

 

It's the times when you are weary


it's the family you never knew

it's the times when your line is bleary


it's the hate directed at you

 

It's the question left unanswered


it's the time you let it fade


it's the time when it all hurt


it's the moments you were ashamed

 

It's the pain of misunderstanding


it's the times when you are scared


it's the confusion of humanity


it's the times you do not care

 

......that He bore.

 

Knuckles white


sweating hands


dripping blood


saves this land

 

tears that fell


falling still


knees aground


striving will

 

on his shoulders


holding high


broken glory


saves us tonight

Comments

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This is one of your best, Brianna! Good job!

Timothy | Sun, 10/21/2007

:)

Thanks Timothy!!

Brianna | Mon, 10/22/2007

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

Wow. That's powerful,

Wow. That's powerful, Brianna.

It's beautiful.

Anonymous | Tue, 10/23/2007

Amazing

That was one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read...thank you

Sarah L | Mon, 10/29/2007

Sarah

Powerful

Brianna,

This is powerful! You explain the work of the Cross in such vibrant words and original expressions. I love this! At first I didn't understand what you were talking. The repetition of the "it's" lines didn't make sense until you threw that "that He bore" line in, and after that, it all fell in place. I particularly liked your last two stanzas: "tears that fell / falling still / knees aground / striving will // on his shoulders / holding high /broken glory / saves us tonight" This poem explains salvation in a way that does not rely on the cliche. Thank you for writing this.

Taylor

Taylor | Sat, 11/10/2007

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I'm afraid the true beauty of his sacrifice is eternally better than any words could say. This was just a way in which I hoped to do it some justice.
Thank you so much.

Brianna | Sun, 11/11/2007

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

That is one of the most

That is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read.

Sarah | Sun, 11/11/2007

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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